Seraphina stepped out of the black car that had picked her up from home, the driver— one of Vnox’s men —barely even spared her a glance while he closed the door behind her.

Her palms were sweaty, damp and her nerves were coiling up tightly in her stomach as she craned her neck to take in the sight of the high building in front of her.

VNOX ENTERPRISES.

The name was etched into the tall, magnificent glass structure that seemed to just about scrape the sky.

Everything about it ...